Doors are full of messages
On hallways are concerts of smells
Sausage, perfume, vodka
And not a single letter from home
Madmen and geniuses
Pure happiness in the rooms
What can you repeat
Year of studies or youth?
Ibrahim, Ibrahim is showing his teeth
Lomondon, Lomondon is cooking the rise
It is so beautiful to believe
That we won´t be old
Posters, scripts, bed
The wall is so thin
Sewing machine from two bodies
Engagedment without ringlet
Requests for dean
Blue haze of alcohol
Here is the end of virgins
But they deserve the tenderness
Ibrahim, Ibrahim is showing his teeth
Lomondon, Lomondon is cooking the rise
It is so beautiful to believe
That we won´t be old
The one who has no money for sublease
Is eating bread rolls with tea
In the city beyond Dunae
Here is college the Hell with the Heaven
You will succumb with wine for stars and speeches
Beauty will pass, youth is eternal
From loyalty we have for two
As one day the year will pass
Again we are wiping the throw ups
After new engineers
Posters, scripts, bed
The wall is so thin
Sewing machine from two bodies
Engagedment without ringlet
Ibrahim, Ibrahim is showing his teeth
Lomondon, Lomondon is cooking the rise
It is so beautiful to believe
That we won´t be old